This peculiar theory was something Zhu Rong had never heard of, yet it made a lot of sense to him.
His delight was evident as he looked at Yang Fei.
"If you, sir, can persuade the descendants of the Dragon Race to serve our Wu Clan, even with a salary of ten million a year, I am willing to pay."
Yang Fei rolled his eyes: "You'll have to discuss that with Dan Dan yourself."
"However, I can tell you that for a professional like Dan Dan, a yearly salary of ten million is not much. Even one of the CEO under me earns more than that."
Zhu Rong patted his chest in assurance.
"If Mr. Dan Dan is willing to serve our Wu Clan, no matter the cost, I am willing to spend it, as his Dragon Talisman holds great significance for us."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, knowing that such rhetoric might not sway Dan Dan, but he didn't say much more.
Nuannuan was very pleased to see Yang Fei finally make peace with Zhu Rong.
Suddenly, she remembered something, her face changed.
